To completely overturn everything in the Mythical World.
It sounded simple enough!
But!
To actually accomplish such a feat—how could that be easy? Or rather, who could truly achieve it? Aside from the incomparable Creator God, the Earth Goddess who had built the Mythical World from the very beginning, was there any other deity capable of such a task?
Clearly not!
This was self-evident.
"Sigh..."
Tartarus sighed softly and said calmly, "Gaia, what do you need me to do?"
Tartarus didn't refuse. He couldn't refuse. In fact, he had no choice. He understood everything quite well.
The debt he owed Gaia—if things went wrong, it would mean his death. Because of this, regardless of what Gaia wanted to do, he had to help her. There was no room for retreat, no options left. This was a fate sealed by circumstance. There was absolutely no choice.
Tartarus had to follow this path.
No matter how crazy Gaia's actions might be, Tartarus had to walk down this road. Otherwise?
Don't think that just because Tartarus represented the underworld as an Ancient God, he couldn't be replaced. In certain circumstances, everything and everyone could be substituted.
Especially.
When it involved the power of a True God, at that level, everything in the Mythical World was little more than a joke. Could you even refuse? Did you have the right to refuse?
Sorry!
You simply didn't. In fact, no one had the right to refuse.
In the face of the absolute power of a True God, nothing could change. Tartarus understood this well, and there was no point in saying more, as it was a meaningless discussion.
All he could do was quietly watch Gaia. Whatever Gaia wanted to do, he could only follow her to the end of this dark road.
"Tartarus," Gaia said calmly. "With your essence combined with mine, we shall give birth to a child at the intersection of the earth and the underworld. This child will be the strongest God-King."
"Fine!"
Tartarus understood Gaia's ambition. This Creator God wanted to overturn the entire Mythical World, from the God-Kings to the various races, seizing control of everything.
At that point, the whole world would fall under Gaia's dominion. It would no longer follow the path set by the Mythical World's natural order. And when that time came, the outcome was clear—it would be entirely in Gaia's hands.
Would it succeed?
No one knew.
Even Tartarus couldn't be sure whether Gaia's plan would succeed. Not even Gaia herself knew. In her eyes, the plan had to be put into motion, but whether it would truly succeed remained uncertain.
This much was evident.
However!
Gaia knew she had to make this choice. She couldn't continue like this. Otherwise, all her plans would fail, and if it came to that...
Then!
Her fate would be the same as that of an ordinary Creator God. She would forever be bound to the Mythical World, no matter how hard she tried or how much she struggled. The result was already decided—she would be eternally trapped.
Forever!
Forever!
No matter how much effort she put in, no matter how desperately she fought, the outcome would always be the same. She would be locked here, never to escape.
And that was something Gaia would never accept.
"Sigh!"
Tartarus watched Gaia leave and muttered, "Gaia, what will be the outcome of your madness? Or rather, what will the future hold?"
"..."
In the end, Tartarus shook his head. He said nothing more because such thoughts were pointless.
Regardless of what happened.
Tartarus had made his choice. Since he was already aboard this ship, turning back now was impossible.
For that reason!
Tartarus couldn't change any of this, so he would continue down this path. If it couldn't be changed, then it didn't need to be changed.
Tartarus understood this and accepted it. He had to.
"Sigh..."
Tartarus let out another helpless sigh, shaking his head before turning away. He gazed quietly into the distance before disappearing completely.
As always!
Tartarus had no right to refuse, nor did he have the option.
This was a fate that couldn't be altered, an immutable reality, no matter the circumstances.
Since he had boarded this ship, he could only sail it to the end. There was no turning back. This was absolutely, unquestionably true.
...
The Surface World.
Prometheus walked quietly across the earth. Yet, he seemed like a walking corpse, his eyes hollow, giving off an unsettling feeling.
But no matter what.
At this moment.
There was no change in Prometheus's demeanor beyond this.
Unless there was some external intervention or Prometheus truly came to understand his own heart, nothing would change!
"..."
Prometheus suddenly stopped in his tracks. He sensed an overwhelming divine power.
In the next moment.
His consciousness began to blur.
Then!
When Prometheus came to his senses again, his soul had already arrived inside a vast palace. He knew this place. It was the core palace of the Earth Goddess Gaia, located at the heart of the earth.
"..."
Prometheus fell silent for a moment, then a bitter smile crept onto his lips.
Indeed.
No matter what, he had no choice but to continue. Because, no matter the outcome, did he have the right to refuse or choose?
No!
Just like Tartarus didn't have that right, neither did Prometheus. If even the Ancient Gods had no say, how could someone like Prometheus hope for such a luxury?
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